Cakewalking

put on your red dress

I'll wear my pressed shirt

meet me at the place

I'll bring records

we'll share the bread

with yesterday's soup

go on take the lipstick

and those flat shoes

we'll go cakewalking

like our betters do

they've got things

we got moves

cakewalking 

on the avenue

night throws off the day

the mood's rising like the moon

teasing appetites

being the street life

twisting the city 

as we unwind

putting everything beneath our feet

dancing on our liberties

hands in the pants of the city

a swift kick after a squeeze